After seeing the Tab spots the other day, Aussie Ben sends this RC Cola commercial from Down Under... which gives me a warm fuzzy feeling down under.. and reminds me of a glorious day I once spent on beautiful Bondi Beach, attempting to read and failing miserably. Crikey!

I was trying to think of a good QOTD question yesterday when I got an e-mail from Sharp As A Marble with this story:

I was all of 13 and was coaxed into going to the roller rink (remember those?) by a few friends. I had as much business on skates as i would performing brain surgery. Being the suave 7th grader that I was, I knew the ladies were there, and that fact wouldn't keep me from strapping wheels to my feet.

Once at the rink, "Melody Lanes", I rented my foot disease and skates, and proceeded to go change. The benches where you changed your shoes were in a room down a small ramp. I sat on the bench and it took me longer to change then my friends, so I got left behind as they went looking for girls. I got my skates on, pushed the sleeves up on my members only jacket, and started out of the room.

When I got to the ramp which was 3 feet long and maybe went up four inches I became concerned how I was going to tackle such an obstacle. I tried once --not enough momentum, second try, here I go. At the top of the ramp was a walkway and the wall for the rink, so I head up the ramp and coming around the walkway were a couple girls, possibly high school girls, I gave them my coolest look which was immediately followed by my 'who pulled the carpet out from underneath me' look. The 8 wheels that were carrying me took off in 8 different directions and I lay at the base of the wall in a crumpled heap with my wheels still spinning.

I hear laughter and the sounds of skates as they step over me. Insult to injury I swore out loud as I was standing and got threatened by the owner if he heard me again I would get thrown out. As I tried to skate away rubbing the cinder block pattern out of my head I thought getting thrown out would probable be a blessing!